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was raging and muttering to himself.
He thrust on his hat and stamped out
of the house.
"We must let mother know," said
Marjorie, with a sigh.
Ada Halliwell, the colorless woman
who had re-echoed her husband for
30 years, was alone in the drawing
room. She had been initiated into
the secret, and now she listened with
trembling lips to her daughter's
""My dear children," she said, "I
have known Cyrus that is, my hus
band for 32 years, and I know he is
the kindest man in the world. Only,
you understand, he doesn't under
stand love." She sighed. "He had a
hard youth," she continued, "and
when we married the romance had
long since worn itself away. I want
you to be happy, Marjorie. I want
you to marry John."
"By George, Marjorie, will you
marry me tomorrow?" asked her
"Without papa's consent?" asked
Marjorie, glancing at her mother,
who had shrunk back into her chair,
apparently unnerved by the sudden
ness of the proposal.
"He will never consent," faltered
the mother. "Marjorie, dear, I have
obeyed his will for 30 years, but now
I can only counsel you to act for
"I will, dearest," said Marjorie,
simply, placing her hand in John's.
"We mustn't let your mother into
the secret, though," said John. 'She
would have to bear the brunt of the
Ada Halliwell flamed up. "John,"
she said, "when my only child gets
married the brunt of the disclosure is
nothing to me. I shall give Marjorie
away, and afterwards I shall tell my
The plais were quickly made. The
license was to be obtained in the
morning; at two o'clock the cere
mony was to be performed by a
clergyman, and John was to take
Marjorie to.the tiny apartment which
he occupied. A honeymoon was out
of the question-. Yet, strange and
sudden though the project was, the
hearts of all three were filled with
At half-past two the following
afternoon, John Mabie was looking
down into the face of his wife, and
Marjorie, clinging to his arm, wasJ
looking up at her husband as onlyi
a bride of five minutes' duration cam
look. And Mrs. Halliwell was crying
as only a newly-made mother-in-law.
can cry.- '
"Now mother, we are going to have
supper together," said John, kissing,
"No, my dear," answered Ada Hal
liwell. , "I am going home now I
mean I am going to your father."
They could not persuade her. She
hurried away, leaving the bride and
bridegroom alone outside-the minis
ter's house, in the rush of the traffic
and among the hurrying pedestrians.
It was the ' strangest marriage,' of
which either had ever dreamed?
"Marjorie," whispered John, "we,
too, are going -home."
The journey on the street car
seemed just as -unreal as the cere
mony. When they got down and' as
cended the -dark stairway together,
when they" paused in front of John's
apartments, they looked ai each
other in unutterable wonder.
John locked the door and stood
perfectly still in. amazement. So did
his wife. The little flat was ablaze
with wax tapers: A sumptuous sup
per was spread upon the table, amid
silver and fine linen. The rooms were
decorated with flowers. And in the
center' of the living room stood Cyrus
Halliwell and his wife.
"Well, my boy, welcome home with
your bride," said the magnate, a lit
tle sheepishly. "You are surprised to
see me here, no doubt."
Marjorie hesitated just one instant,
and then she was crying upon her
father's neck, which was perhaps
pardonable, since Ada Halliwell was
crying on John's.